An Empty Cup | Avatar. Miles Quaritch

7. Young Hunter

Caring, soft, and loud music plays. Tinkling of bells and playing of blue flutes. Perfect music of the forest. The Tawkami clan play music once every fortnite, very rare. And always is blessed by the woodsprites, floating down to protect and watch over us.

Being one of the women, I was dancing with the others. Joining hands and moving carefully. It was perfect. Laughing, hollering, and talking blended perfectly with the music. I have a grin on my face, feeling once again accepted amoung others.

Miles was sitting with some of the other hunters. Not caring with their native conversation enough to attempt to translate. But as soon as I catch his eye, he stares.

With a wider smile I move forward. Reaching a hand out. The other hunters noticed and stopped. My hand was close to Miles, he only grins at me. Taking my hand and allowing me to drag him up. "Darlin, I don't dance." Miles notes as I bring him too a clear space. "I do not care, Miles." He grins in response. Taking both my hands into his larger, five-fingered, ones.

We gain dirty and unusual looks from those around us, especially the jealous hunters. I don't care, music and dance is to be enjoyed and cared for.

Miles holds his hand out, letting me spin and laugh. He chuckles at my spriteliness. Taking both hands once again to turn me. My back presses against his chest as we move side to side. I could feel his smirk against my cheek as he moved down.

I gasp as his lips knock against my ear. "Everyone is staring." He notes quietly. The music continued but the laughter died down. I graze my eyes over the crowds. Yes, they were. "Let them." I reply, moving forward and turning.

We go through multiple careful and calm dances together. It was considerably slow and soft when Miles' hands were around me or in mine. It made me realise how gentle he was with me. He'd grip or drag or push anything else, but yet he ceased to do that with me at this moment.

After another few minutes I check the sky. It was getting too dark and the cold crept in. Despite the large fire. I take note and slow. "We should head back." I remark, looking down once again. "Yeah, feeling a little awkward." Miles jokes. I grin and take his hand. Pulling him with me towards our hut. Walking side by side as I release him. We get away from the dirty stares and judging eyes.

Just as we're heading up one of the paths theres chatter from a group of young hunters. They laugh disruptavely. Taking notes of me and Miles' appearance. They all turn to us. "He should go away." One of them states, moving forward to address Miles. "Your demon stench disturbs the village." He remarks. Miles cocks an eyebrow, he doesn't understand.

"Leave us, we are no muse for you." I reply, making the na'vi turn his head to me. "As for you." He starts, pointing his finger at me roughly. "You should be ashamed to dance with this demon." He snaps snarkily. Miles prickles at his tone, realising he had nothing nice to say. "I repeat. Leave us alone." I growl softly, he only smirks in response.

Miles tenses and brings his hands up. I place my hand over his to bring it down. "It isn't to late to turn back though." The na'vi cocks his eyebrow suggestingly, his tail moving behind him mischieviously. Miles grips my hand to ground himself, he noticed the suggestive tone in his voice, the way his eyes racked over me.

I mutter too myself then knock my head. "Lets go." I say, moving towards the hut once more. "Cmon, all I'm saying is he cannot compare to me! You should choose someone better befor-"

Before he could even finish my bow is released from my torso and swung around. Snapping my body and striking the na'vi against the side of the head, causing him to fall back. "You do not speak to me like that!" I hiss, moving the sharp end of my bow to his neck. "You do not speak of my Miles like that." I add, forcing the edge against his throat. The na'vi gulps and looks up at me with wide eyes, his ears pinned back and his tail limp behind him.

"Must you not think before speaking! May Eywa thank the mercy I will have on you. May you thank the great Mother I haven't clawed your eyes out." With my other hand I make a grasping notion with a hiss. "Now you leave us alone, and never speak like that to another again."

With one final glare I grip Miles' hand once more, holding my bow in the other hand with angry strength, and drag him back to the hut. Not stopping until Miles is inside and the door is slammed behind us.

He doesn't say anything. more bewildered of the defense and violence I just showed to speak. I give him a glare, letting him know I'm still pissed, but after some heavy breaths I calm myself. "Fool who thinks himself better." I state shortly, Miles only nods. Moving closer towards me. A slight mischievous and playful look in his eye. "What did you call me?" He asks with a sided grin.

I blink. "What?" I ask, cocking my head too the side. "When you were arguing with him. You called me 'My Miles.'" He looked slightly victorious. "Of course, you are my problem, why not announce it?" I deadpan. Moving to the side. He only grins fully, placing both arms around my torso to drag me back. "Well, thank you for whatever the hell that was darlin, was impressive."

With a confused noise my ears move. "Impressive?" I repeat dazed. He smirks. "You silenced that idiot in seconds." I smirk to myself, that was pretty cool. "I didn't think of it." I admit, tail swishing side to side playfully. "Hail Ray'ala, the badass bitch." He gloats, but I cock my head. "Badass?" I repeat, unfamiliar of the word. Miles chuckles. "I'll tell ya' tomorrow. Lets get some sleep." He replies.

We move towards the bedroom. I clamber in first and wait. Miles hesitates for a few seconds. Giving me a gaze before climbing in after me.

Instead of having my back to him, I turn over and place my head over his chest. Miles' breath hitches before moving too the side. Letting me use his forearm as a pillow and him using his hand as a pillow. His head rests atop of mine. Miles' free hand drapes over my waist, pulling me closer to get me warmer. I coo at his action. He chuckles in return.

"Goodnight." I say for the first time since we slept beside eachother. He smiles against my hair. "Sleep well." He replies softly, pressing his lips to my hair. I only smile gently at his action.